tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727015362424832115.post276977193050838491..comments2023-05-07T15:09:47.922+00:00Comments on I Soliti Assilli: Ça va sans direAnita Damiantohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03792485266858896513noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727015362424832115.post-83093483355105359392011-01-28T12:51:08.239+00:002011-01-28T12:51:08.239+00:00Ma l'ultimo tratto non era quello sul fuoco? B...Ma l'ultimo tratto non era quello sul fuoco? Beh, meglio così, chè io sull'acqua ci cammino. Metterò le unghiglie alle mani. Fa lo stasso?Giacomohttp://scattiproblog.org/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727015362424832115.post-70231833618082023732011-01-25T21:04:16.641+00:002011-01-25T21:04:16.641+00:00Rompi le file e segui per Turisadria. L'ultimo...Rompi le file e segui per Turisadria. L'ultimo tratto, quello sull'acqua, lo devi fare con un paio di unghiglie ai piedi.<br />:DAnita Damiantohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03792485266858896513noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727015362424832115.post-52664034405080329812011-01-25T18:07:40.482+00:002011-01-25T18:07:40.482+00:00"giorno dopo giorno"...ottimista.
In que..."giorno dopo giorno"...ottimista.<br />In questo (ormai) albergo si va ad ore, parrebbe. <br />Disertiamo, si.Giacomohttp://scattiproblog.org/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7727015362424832115.post-28193026209747229032011-01-23T12:14:34.789+00:002011-01-23T12:14:34.789+00:00josè,
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u......traigo<br />sangre<br />de<br />la<br />tarde<br />herida<br />en<br />la<br />mano<br />y<br />una<br />vela<br />de<br />mi<br />corazón<br /> para<br />invitarte<br />y<br />darte<br />este<br />alma<br />que <br />viene<br />para<br />compartir<br />contigo<br />tu<br />bello<br />blog<br />con<br />un<br />ramillete<br />de<br />oro<br />y<br />claveles<br />dentro...<br /><br /><br />desde mis <br />HORAS ROTAS<br />Y AULA DE PAZ<br /> <br /><br /> COMPARTIENDO ILUSION<br />ANITA<br /><br />CON saludos de la luna al<br />reflejarse en el mar de la<br />poesía...<br /><br /><br /> <br /> <br />ESPERO SEAN DE VUESTRO AGRADO EL POST POETIZADO DE ALBATROS GLADIATOR, ACEBO CUMBRES BORRASCOSAS, ENEMIGO A LAS PUERTAS, CACHORRO, FANTASMA DE LA OPERA, BLADE RUUNER Y CHOCOLATE.<br /><br />José<br />Ramón...Jose Ramon Santana Vazquezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09495109626308177307noreply@blogger.com